WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 12 Coda

Hoping to come up with a change of subject, Wisdom glanced around Kitty's room curiously. He'd not had a chance to see the others' regular living quarters yet. Certainly he'd had no excuse or invitation to visit Kitty's room until now; with Excalibur so obviously mistrusting their officially-imposed Black Air observer, he hadn't risked breaking in any off-limits areas yet to explore, since their return from Genosha.

He smirked on seeing the open closet door with several boxes stacked precariously in and around it, many with assorted scraps of rumpled fabric hanging out, and waved his arm at the colorful hodge-podge. "I thought you wanted t' come here 'coz my room's such a mess, but you ain't far behind me, Pryde." Bending over, Pete picked up a miniscule red leather skirt, more micro- than mini-, and held it up in front of the slender brunette with an appreciative leer. "Yer private wardrobe, like?"

Blushing furiously, Kitty snatched the brief garment from his hands. "That's not mine!"

Raising a dark eyebrow, he glanced around pointedly. "I thought this were yer room? You got an invisible roommate we got t' worry about? That sure don't look like it fits Meg or the madwoman o' Muir. Yeah, Wagner got himself a sexy lady friend, like, but I doubt me she'd squeeze inside that. So, unless McTaggert's little moppet has a hidden side..."

"That's my old roommate's stuff." Seeing his skeptical look, Kitty could feel her cheeks flaming even hotter but went on gamely, "That's from last night -- I... I was trying to get ready for you, I wanted to look right... to look grown-up and... and attractive, and... well, ready for you, really... and I didn't have anything like that, so I had to go through Rachel's things to find something to wear..."

One part of his mind automatically ran through the WHO files Black Air had taken over, recognizing the reference to the flamboyant, absent Phoenix. But most of his attention was riverted on the slender brunette standing in front of him, squirming uncomfortably in embarrassment. He'd succeeded in distracting Kitty from the possible danger to her parents, as he'd intended, but now she was back in that same odd funk about being unattractive he'd noticed earlier. Well, he had already discovered one sure way of convincing her otherwise.

Her new lover reached out, one hand snagging the micro-skirt from her loose grasp and tossing it behind them towards the closet while his other arm snaked out and pulled her into a tight embrace. "It looked great on you, love... almost as mouth-waterin' as you look with nothin' at all on. I bet this Rachel's stuff would all look soddin' fantastic on you -- but we'll get you yer own sexy clobber, right?"

Kitty wriggled in his arms until she managed to pull back a bit, to stare at him with a skeptical expression. "You're just making fun of me."

Pete grinned down at her, "Who, me? Never..." He pulled her close again, sliding his hands up underneath her top to stroke the silky skin underneath while he bent his head to mutter into her ear, "Want t' know just how great you look, love? How about we lose the damn clothes so 's I can show you just how much lookin' at you inspires me..."

He didn't give her a chance to reply, as he trailed a line of soft, wet kisses along her jaw until he reached her chin, then captured her open mouth for a longer, deeper kiss while he slid one hand around until it was fondling her breast, fingers teasing the hardening point. His other hand pushed downward into the small gap between the back of her jeans and her naked skin underneath, one long finger stretching under her panties to glide along the crease between her buttocks, a special form of tickling that had her thrusting her hips and pelvis forward enticingly against his hardening manhood.

Wisdom was gambling that it was more important to make sure Kitty felt his own desire, rather than to try to hold back and move slowly so as not to scare her, as he had up until now -- that, after their being together several times already that day, she would be comfortable with his arousal, and able to respond, without much more coaxing needed. And her hands squeezing in-between their tightly plastered bodies to fumble and yank at the buttons on his shirt, then reaching around to jerk his shirttails out, slipping beneath the loose white cotton to unbuckle the old, worn, black leather belt and then sliding down within his trousers and pants to grope at his bare flesh certainly seemed to prove him right.

They tore at each other's clothing eagerly as they stumbled toward Kitty's bed, still in a tight embrace, and tumbled down onto the neatly folded goosedown duvet where they both squirmed around in some creative contortions trying to get rid of shoes, socks, jeans, trousers, underwear -- anything and everything left -- without breaking off their intimate contact.

But even amid the muffled laughter and kisses and other caresses, the experienced Wisdom could still feel the residual tenseness in his new girlfriend's body, and he pulled back slightly. "C'mon, love, lie down now..." When the young brunette looked up at the black-haired Englishman questioningly, he grinned back at her, his blue eyes glinting devilishly. "Since you liked me as a hairdryer before, I figured you might want t' see what else th' magic fingers can do... like mebbe a nice back rub?"

"Mmm, sounds good." Kitty got up off Pete's lap and then lay on the bed, stretching out on her stomach with her head pillowed on her crossed arms, while he shifted in turn and settled his weight right by her hips. "Oohhhh..." she sighed softly in self-indulgent satisfaction when his heated, calloused hands brushed her hair aside gently and then came down on her shoulders and began firmly massaging the muscles there, letting the merest trace of his power trickle down to warm his fingers and palms as he worked each upper arm in turn. She jerked slightly in surprise, then moaned in appreciation, when his hands were followed by a mouth almost as hot as he kneaded and kissed his way along her slender back, working downward gradually from the nape of her neck.

Wisdom could feel the last bits of unconscious stiffness dissolving from her body as Kitty squirmed and giggled at the stubble on his jaw tickling her. While his power-warmed hands were busily digging into the firm white flesh of her rounded cheeks he leaned down to get in quite a few good sensual licks along the entire length of her exposed spine which had her shivering in delighted response. He kept at it until Kitty was completely limp under his hands, then slapped her buttocks lightly as he growled, "C'mon, love, roll over."

Helping her turn onto her back, watching her stretch langurously, luxuriously, he couldn't help smirking to himself, to see her so relaxed so quickly. Wisdom lifted each slender arm in turn as he continued the massage, letting the heat fade from his fingertips before he reached out to brush her thick brown hair up away from her shoulders, then letting the power trickle back as his hands dug deep into the firm muscle there. Carefully avoiding her small breasts, he only lightly massaged her sides and belly, increasing his pressure only when he'd gotten down to her svelte hips.

Then Pete slid even further down her body, to sit on the bed between her legs. Keeping the faint trace of power trickling into his fingers, he massaged each in turn, pressing into the soft white skin to the taut muscles underneath. Working his way slowly upward, he started by running his fingers between and over her toes, worked around the arch and sole and heel, circled her ankle to climb up trim calves to soft milky thighs as Kitty sighed and squirmed her growing arousal under his ministrations, her small hands tangled in his unruly black hair -- then he turned and repeated the entire process on her other side.

Sliding upward slightly, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of her slim body, he lifted his hands to gently knead her breasts -- careful to first cut off any residual traces of power in his fingertips. At the same time, he lowered his head to suckle at the quickly-hardening pink nipples. First he turned from side to side to nip and suck on each side equally, then he shifted his weight slightly to one side, lips and teeth and tongue busy with one small mound and a hand stimulating the other, long fingers expertly tweaking the small, stiff nub in unconscious counterpoint to his mouth's attentions, her fingers still buried in his thick black hair to hold him in place.

That left him a hand free to slide down her taut belly into the nest of tight chestnut curls beneath. This time, Kitty knew exactly what he was doing and spread her legs immediately, hips lifting unconsciously in mute invitation. One splayed leg bent at the knee and twisted until she could reach his back, running the sole of her foot up and down his spine while bearing down lightly in a similarly unspoken effort to bring him even closer.

With all the stimulation her previously-unawakened body had had that day, it didn't take long at all for Wisdom's multiple caresses to have Kitty writhing wildly under him, gasping her growing need. When that didn't suffice to gain her ultimate satisfaction, she twisted around even further until -- obviously remembering their earlier encouters -- she fit one small hand down in-between their bodies to grasp his hot, straining shaft, smiling triumphantly at his involuntary jerk in response.

Still kneeling between her outspread legs, Pete straightened up and slid his hands under her hips, tugging her lower body to lie on his own upper thighs. He ran his calloused hands up along her long, sleek limbs appreciatively, guiding them until those firm-fleshed dancer's legs were bent at the knee, small feet braced firmly against his shoulders helping to support her hips and pelvis held off the bed so he could slide into her well-lubricated passage.

Kitty's fingers were digging into the wiry muscles of his thighs, as she tried to pull herself even further onto him. Pete reached down and took her hands in his, providing her a more secure anchor for thrusting up toward him as he began a slow rocking motion, plunging into her depths and then withdrawing until he was just barely within her, over and over, faster and faster as Kitty immediately matched his rhythm, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his every downstroke. And it didn't take long at all for her movements to become more chaotic, more frantic, as he expertly shifted around until he found the perfect angle to send her spiralling up and over the exhilarating rollercoaster of arousal he'd introduced her to just the night before.

With a heartfelt groan of relief, Wisdom relaxed his eroding control and let Kitty's spasming body trigger his own release, their entwined hands gripping so tightly both would have aching fingers the next morning. Pete drove rapidly to climax while she was still in the throes of her own orgasm. Then, as her hands slackened their deathgrip and her legs dropped bonelessly to the bed, he let himself collapse down onto the soft cushion of her trembling body. Kitty's arms came around him to hold him close, as he nuzzled into her sweat-soaked skin, his dark head pillowed between her pale breasts as they immediately drifted off to sleep together.

The End (for now)